Yue Fengyang's pleading eyes finally hurt Mo Yan's heart.

"Say it! Say it! What's the secret?" Yue Fengyang asked eagerly.

"If the Spirit Sword wants to lift the seal, it must know the formula to lift the seal. You heard the string of words shouted by Old Man Feng just now, right? That is the formula." Mo Yan said.

Old Man Feng? Crazy Old Man? The corners of Old Man Feng’s eyes and mouth are twitching together. This is getting more and more outrageous!

"Little guy, you are indeed very lucky! It's really enviable. The dragon of the swordsmith has never been seen. It's rare to find it. How many people spend their whole lives looking for it, but there is no trace, so most people don't even die.

Knowing the formula for unsealing my spiritual sword, I won't be able to close my eyes when I die!" Mo Yan sighed.

Yue Fengyang's eyes lit up, "Can you find the swordsmith?"

"Haha, I can't find people like swordsmiths. Although their martial arts are average, their soul power is terrifyingly powerful. They seem to have some secret method that can truly disappear. Of course, this does not mean that they really

disappeared, but may exist in some hidden space."

Hearing this, Yue Fengyang felt that his joy might be in vain again, and Mo Yan couldn't find the swordsmith.

"It is so mysterious that many people even infer that swordsmiths did exist a long time ago, but for unknown reasons, they gradually disappeared and they have become real history." Mo Yan's this

This passage brought Yue Fengyang's mood to rock bottom.

He stood up and walked to the Wenling Pool. He sighed and jumped in. There was no trace of him.

Feng Ling'er looked at Yue Fengyang's actions and felt a little distressed, "Brother Feng Yang! You...".

Feng Ling'er won't understand Yue Fengyang's mood, because she doesn't have Yue Fengyang's situation. Although she was picked up by Feng Lao, and she doesn't know the whereabouts of her parents or whether they are alive, Feng Ling'er lives a happy life under Feng Lao's love and care.

Very happy.

Ever since she was a child, Feng Ling'er has lived with Feng Lao in the garden. She has never been looked down upon by others, never been scorned or ridiculed, and has never experienced the tragic fall from the peak to the trough. But Yue Fengyang has all these, and he still has unpaid responsibilities.

Revenge for killing his father! Although Feng Lao told him that it was just suspicion, he had a vague feeling that there must be something wrong with his father's death.

Yue Fengyang has a lot to do. He wants to find out the truth and avenge his father. He wants to protect his lover and relatives. He also wants to stand at the top and let those who once looked down on him look up to him. But the prerequisite is that he must be strong, and today

The experience that had ignited his fire of hope was ruthlessly extinguished. How could he not be anxious?

In fact, Yue Fengyang is not a person who will be depressed when he encounters a blow. He will get up again and continue to move forward, but this also takes time. He is not a god. At this time, at the bottom of the pool, the water has isolated all external disturbances.

I can calm down and think about it.

Maybe he had been holding it in the pool for too long and couldn't hold on any longer. Finally, he came out, took a deep breath of air, wiped the pool water from his face with both hands, "I will definitely find the swordsmith!"

I must find it! And I will work harder to practice. Even if the seal is not released, I will use my spiritual sword to carve out the world!" At this moment, there was only determination in his eyes.

"Ahem...well, little guy, your psychological adjustment ability really impresses me. Unblocking the Spiritual Sword is important, but your own cultivation is the foundation. It would be great if you can figure this out.

, but you also have to change your impatient attitude.

I'm sick, and sometimes you are too pessimistic."

"Oh, then can you change your habit of making false statements?" Yue Fengyang climbed onto the shore and shook his head to get out of the water.

"You can't poop, you're stuck in the pit!" Mo Yan replied.

"Yes, I just rely on you!".

"You..." Mo Yan shook his head, this master is really difficult to serve!

"Why don't you tell me? I'll leave if you don't tell me." Yue Fengyang turned around and walked towards the bamboo forest without hesitation!

"Hey, don't leave, I know Jue Fang's formula." As soon as Mo Yan finished speaking, Yue Fengyang was already standing in front of him, grinning with his teeth bared, almost leaning against him.

Forget it! I have allowed him to sin on me a thousand times, but I still treat him like my first love. Who calls him the master? There is more to say, "I only know the formula of Wuhuo Juefang, which was used by the previous master."

I slept twice, but as for too much sleep, I don’t know.”

"Could your last master only be able to do it?" Yue Fengyang was a little suspicious. Mo Yan's previous master should have been a powerful one!

"No, he can definitely do Tai Fang, but he has no chance to use it because he is too powerful. It is already amazing to be able to force him to use the sword. At that time, there were only two people who could make him use Tai Fang.

But in the end, both of them were wiped out!" Mo Yan looked at Yue Fengyang meaningfully, "Don't believe those rumors that martial arts are not as good as sword skills. My last master was able to dominate the world with his martial arts alone.

To him, the knife is just a toy. When he is happy, he takes it out to play with. When he is unhappy, he will not look at it for more than ten years."

Yue Fengyang nodded, "I understand this, and the teacher also said so, so I am also practicing martial arts seriously."

"It's good to know that the seal of the Spirit Sword cannot be completely removed. Jue Fang and Tai Fang can only temporarily unseal it, and it will consume a lot of soul power. The formula is like a key, which can help you open the lock.

But you need to push the door open by yourself, and this door will compete with you. As long as you don't use force, the door will close, and the power to push the door open is the power of your soul." Mo Yan explained.

Very meticulous, who makes his master stupid? So try to be more vivid and easy to understand.

"Sneeze!" Yue Fengyang sneezed and rubbed his nose. Could it be that I have a cold?

"So!" Mo Yan raised his voice, "Only when the level of the inner elixir reaches the high-density elixir, you can use Jue Fang as you wish. At that time, the power of your soul was enough to support you in fighting for a long time, but now, you can't hold on for long.

You can only use Jue Fang as your trump card. Okay! It’s all said and done. I’ve told you everything, just try it!”

"Okay! Then I'll... wait! Where's the formula? You didn't tell me!" Yue Fengyang was almost fooled again.

"As for the formula, you will know it later." After saying that, Mo Yan disappeared, "When you feel sleepy, pour the power of your soul into the spirit knife and then chant the formula. The power of your soul will be consumed a lot.

, Remember! Don't be brave, don't let it go for too long now, if the loss of soul power is serious, your inner elixir will be degraded!" Mo Yan's voice floated in the air.

When Mo Yan's voice completely disappeared, a piece of text appeared in Yue Fengyang's mind. This must be Wuhuo Juefang's formula. Yue Fengyang wrote it down carefully, but why is this formula a bit..., deep

After taking a few breaths, I thought, Black Fire is in my hand.

Okay, let me try, Yue

The corners of Fengyang's mouth rose.

I saw that the aura on his body began to grow rapidly, mobilizing the soul power in the inner elixir and injecting it into the black fire. In an instant, the black fire knife emitted tens of feet of black flames, and the vegetation around Yue Fengyang burned. Feng Ling'er hid behind Feng Lao,

Feng Lao also took a few steps back, not because he couldn't withstand the high temperature, but because he was afraid that his clothes would be burned.

Yue Fengyang recalled the formula again and prepared to chant it.

Desire | Burning your body with fire, use my name to break your seal and let it go! Black fire! After that...

The three of them waited for ten minutes, but nothing happened. Feng Ling'er had already figured it out and bent over with a giggle. Feng Lao also grinned in embarrassment.

"Mo Yan! You bastard! What nonsense did you give me the formula? Come out, I'm going to kill you!" Yue Fengyang also realized that he had been tricked.

"Who told you to call me a bastard just now? Now it's even." Mo Yan's voice came out in the air again.

Yue Fengyang gritted his teeth and gasped. He was almost mad. What the hell, you dare to play tricks on me. Don't let me find the swordsmith, otherwise, I will add two more seals to you!

"Don't, it's okay if I'm wrong? Isn't it okay if I tell you the correct formula? The correct formula is..." Another string of words appeared in Yue Fengyang's mind. This time it should be true.

Already.

Starting everything from scratch, isn't this a fucking waste of soul power? Yue Fengyang cursed in his heart.

Re-sing the mantra: Flames spread across the sky! Use my name to break your seal, release it, Black Fire!

This time Mo Yan did not lie. As soon as the formula came out, the black fire, which was originally like a large kitchen knife, turned into a normal knife shape. The blade was still black, and the middle of the blade was hollow, which was filled with black flames.

It was churning and burning, and the surrounding temperature became even hotter. The small stones on the ground began to turn red, and the grass and trees in the distance were also burned. With a strong wave, the black fire knife burst into flames several feet long, spraying towards

Fall.

By the way, this waterfall is really unlucky today!

When the flames hit the waterfall, a large amount of white smoke hissed up. The flames engulfed the water curtain of the waterfall from bottom to top. The water curtain was actually evaporating, and the water in Wenling Pool also began to steam. Look,

It looked like it would boil in a while. At this moment, countless sparkling bubbles emerged from the pool water, bursting out of the water, popping and popping, and not long after, a layer of visible real bubbles formed above the pool water.

The air mask gradually returned to calm.

The waterfall was not so lucky. The hanging water curtain was evaporated, and the stone wall behind the water curtain was baked by the high temperature and was covered with cracks. Without the water curtain, the hidden cave entrance was also revealed. Yue Fengyang raised the black fire.

, the tip of the knife pointed toward the sky, and the flames rushed into the sky and spread. In an instant, it blocked the sun and even burned the clouds.

Feng Lao felt bad. If this went on, everything around him would be burned to death. Moreover, it would be bad if someone noticed such a big movement. He was about to ask Yue Fengyang to stop, but he saw the flames that were several feet long.

Suddenly disappeared, and Yue Fengyang knelt on the ground with a plop, Wuhuo had also returned to the appearance of a large kitchen knife.

Yue Fengyang was kneeling on the ground, panting heavily. He looked very tired. When he came out of the pool, his wet clothes had been dried by the heat wave, but now they were soaked again. Sweat kept running down his hair.

, his chin dripped, and after holding on for a while, Yue Fengyang fainted.
Chapter completed!